Book One- I Don't Understand

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Felix and Mark were holding down Sam and Jack, putting the brand on their wrists. (Clothing + Tattoo pic above)
After the brands were on, Mark and Felix led Jack and Sam to the car, shoving them into the back seats. Mark was in the passenger seat, Felix in the driver. He turned and stared at Jack and Sam. "You are to keep quiet, or else you're gonna regret it once we get home," Felix said, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Jack, shaking and trembling from the sudden pain from the branding needle, nodded. "Yes, master."
Felix smiled and pressed the gas pedal, speeding gown the road.

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Half an hour into the drive and getting screamed at for talking later, Felix pulled up into a parking spot near the entrance of a large building named: The Wealthy Slave Store
Jack stared up at the sign in disgust. Mark and Felix exited the car first before taking Sam and Jack out. Felix grabbed Jack and wrestled a handcuff onto his wrist. Mark put the other one onto Sam. "This is so you two don't wonder off."
Mark took out some pastel mint rope and wrapped it around a chain connecting the two handcuffs, wrapping it around his wrists. "This is so you don't try to escape."
Jack sighed silently and began walking with Felix and Mark to the bouncer in front of the store doors. "Brand," he said. Felix grabbed Jack's arm and yanked him forward, moving the handcuff to show the brand on his wrists as Mark did the same with Sam. The Bouncer nodded, allowing an entrance for Felix and Mark. "Follow us, slaves," Mark said, tugging on the rope. Jack gave Sam a worried glance, which she returned with a shaky smile. Felix and Mark walked down many isles, looking through different maid clothes for Sam and Jack, which they could not find.
Mark gave Felix a passionate kiss before letting him leave to go get food. Mark kept leading Jack and Sam around the store, looking at various products. Some were whips, tazers, or paddles. Jack looked away and saw one man with his slave and they were holding hands. He was showing him different products of clothes and, yet the slave wasn't talking, nodded and continued down isles. They gave each other small little kisses, making Jack's heart flutter. If only my masters were like that, he thought.
A different Master had his slave beside him. You could see the salve's rib cage and hip bones. He was unhealthily thin and looked dehydrated. The Master just kept walking with the slave barely able to keep up to the pace. Sam saw the same thing and her face went from a shaky smile to anger and disgust. 'How could they' she mouthed to Jack.
Jack mouthed back, 'we're just lucky they haven't done that to us yet.'
Sam sighed and nodded. Mark grabbed Jack's hair and threw him into a shelf of shoes with Sam crashing into them as well. Everyone stopped and stared.
Mark forcefully grabbed Jack's face, bringing it up to his. "I SAID NO TALKING! AND YOU WERE TALKING TO SAM, WEREN'T YOU?"
Jack kept his cool even though he was shaking and shook his head. Mark looked over to Sam who's body was wincing in pain. "YOU WERE TALKING AND I SAW YOU."
Jack shook his head again. Mark just sighed. "I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. LET'S GO. NOW." He tugged the two up and began storming out the store with Felix running behind.
"Babe," he called, "what happened? What did the slaves do?"
Mark threw Jack and Sam into the back seats with great force where Jack hit his head on the window, knocking him out. Sam held him close as a cut on his forehead had blood trailing down the side of his face. She turned to Mark. "M-Mark! You hurt him!"
Felix face palmed. "You need to be more careful, Markie-bae."
Mark sighed. "THEY- UGH!" He threw his hands in the air and got into the driver seat. Felix got into the backseat, un-cuffing Sam and putting her in the passenger seat. "Don't. Make. A. Peep," Felix said, a threatening tone rolling off his tongue. Sam nodded, tears springing into her eyes.